All Time Famous Sylvia Plath Quotes

Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), an influential American poet and novelist, is renowned for her confessional writing style that explores themes of mental illness, depression, and women’s struggles in a patriarchal society. Her only novel, “The Bell Jar” (1963), offers a semi-autobiographical portrayal of a protagonist’s mental breakdown and societal pressures. Plath’s posthumously published collection of poems, “Ariel” (1965), including notable works like “Daddy” and “Lady Lazarus,” showcases her emotional intensity and vivid imagery. Despite her short life and tragic suicide at 30, Plath’s impact on literature endures. The 1981 “Collected Poems” provides a comprehensive overview of her poetic evolution, solidifying her legacy as a literary icon who delved deeply into the complexities of the human psyche.

Sylvia Plath Quotes

1. “The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
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2. “Is there no way out of the mind?”
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3. “If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.”
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4. “And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
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5. “Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
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6. “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
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7. “I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”
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8. “I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
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9. “Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”
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10. “What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”
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11. “So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.”
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12. “Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
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13. “How we need another soul to cling to.”
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14. “Ready for a new life.”
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15. “August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
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16. “After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.”
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17. “I dream too much, work too little.”
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18. “I think I made you up inside my head.”
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19. “Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences.”
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20. “Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness.”
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21. “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.”
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22. “To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.”
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23. “I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.”
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24. “Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
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25. “It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.”
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26. “I felt wise and cynical as all hell.”
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27. “I love my rejection slips. They show me I try.”
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28. “And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
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29. “I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.”
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30. “I think I am mad sometimes.”
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31. “I’d say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.”
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32. “I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.”
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33. “The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.”
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34. “If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.”
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35. “I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
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36. “Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.”
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37. “You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.”
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38. “We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.”
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39. “I woke to the sound of rain.”
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40. “Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.”
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41. “All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.”
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42. “Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”
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43. “I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.”
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44. “Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.”
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45. “I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.”
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46. “The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.”
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47. “The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”
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48. “Perhaps some day I’ll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.”
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49. “Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity.”
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50. “I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.””
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51. “I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.”
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52. “The abstract kills, the concrete saves.”
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53. “I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.”
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54. “Not being perfect hurts.”
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55. “Wear your heart on your skin in this life.”
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56. “If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
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57. “So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.”
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58. “Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you.”
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59. “I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.”
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60. “That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.”
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61. “The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
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62. “Dying is an art. Like everything else, I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I have a call.”
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63. “What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.”
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64. “Mother of otherness, Eat me.”
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65. “I like people too much or not at all.”
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66. “I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free.”
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67. “I am I-I am powerful, but to what extent? I am I.”
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68. “The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.”
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69. “How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”
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70. “I am myself. That is not enough.”
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71. “It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world.”
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72. “If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.”
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73. “I must bridge the gap between adolescent glitter and mature glow.”
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74. “Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.”
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75. “It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.”
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76. “I am not cruel, only truthful.”
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77. “Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”
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78. “Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God.”
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79. “If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.”
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80. “I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can.”
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81. “There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.”
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82. “I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.”
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83. “Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.”
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84. “I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.”
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85. “And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.”
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86. “Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.”
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87. “What did my arms do before they held you?”
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88. “I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.”
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89. “Like a cat I have nine times to die.”
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90. “And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.”
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91. “Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.”
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92. “I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.”
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93. “The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.”
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94. “Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?”
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95. “And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.”
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96. “There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.”
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97. “I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”
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98. “I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.”
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99. “Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.”
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100. “Character is fate.”
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101. “The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for the past.”
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102. “I hurl my heart to halt his pace.”
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103. “I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn’t speak.”
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104. “What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?”
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105. “Is it the sea you hear in me? Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it.”
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106. “I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.”
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107. “This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.”
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108. “There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.”
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109. “There was a beautiful time…”
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110. “Widow. The word consumes itself.”
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111. “I felt dumb and subdued. Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently.”
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112. “Winning or losing an argument, receiving an acceptance or rejection, is no proof of the validity or value of personal identity. One may be wrong, mistaken, or a poor craftsman, or just ignorant – but this is no indication of the true worth of one’s total human identity: past, present and future!”
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113. “I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.”
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114. “Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.”
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115. “Not easy to state the change you made. If I’m alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.”
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116. “I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will.”
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117. “Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.”
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118. “God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.”
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119. “See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.”
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120. “When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.”
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121. “Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.”
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122. “I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see, I swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful.”
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123. “Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.”
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124. “They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.”
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125. “I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn’t believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died.”
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126. “How frail the human heart must be – a mirrored pool of thought.”
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127. “I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.”
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128. “If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier; if I didn’t have any sex organs, I wouldn’t waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.”
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129. “Every day one has to earn the name of ‘writer’ over again, with much wrestling.”
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130. “Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.”
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131. “Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.”
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132. “The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.”
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133. “I wondered why I couldn’t go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn’t go the whole way doing what I shouldn’t, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.”
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134. “Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?”
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135. “Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I’ll laugh. And then I’ll know what life is.”
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136. “I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn’t night and it wasn’t day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.”
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137. “If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.”
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138. “What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don’t know and I’m afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.”
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139. “Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.”
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140. “The claw of the magnolia, drunk on its own scents, asks nothing of life.”
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141. “There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.”
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142. “I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I’d never seen before in my life.”
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143. “I ride earth’s burning carousel. Day in, day out.”
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144. “I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb.”
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145. “I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.”
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146. “I do not fear it: I have been there.”
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147. “And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.”
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148. “At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do.”
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149. “My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.”
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150. “The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.”
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151. “Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.”
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152. “There is more than one good way to drown.”
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153. “The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.”
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154. “The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.”
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155. “If they substituted the word ‘Lust’ for ‘Love’ in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.”
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156. “It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative – which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.”
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157. “What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination.”
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158. “I deserve that, don’t I, some sort of blazing love that I can live with.”
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159. “Ash, ash – – You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there – – A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.”
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160. “Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.”
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161. “Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die.”
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162. “Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun. – From the poem “Doom of the Exiles”, written 16 April 1954.”
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163. “I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.”
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164. “The body is amazingly stubborn when it comes to sacrificing itself to the annihilating directions of the mind.”
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165. “The thing about writing is not to talk, but to do it; no matter how bad or even mediocre it is, the process and production is the thing, not the sitting and theorizing about how one should write ideally, or how well one could write if one really wanted to or had the time.”
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166. “I am what I feel and think and do.”
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167. “I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.”
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168. “I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.”
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169. “I can’t be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living.”
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170. “The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm.”
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171. “If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.”
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172. “I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.”
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173. “My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.”
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174. “You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…”
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175. “I collect men with interesting names.”
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176. “I don’t know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely.”
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177. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness, and silence.”
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178. “It’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.”
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179. “I want, I think, to be omniscient. I think I would like to call myself “the girl who wanted to be God.” Yet if I were not in this body where would I be-perhaps I am destined to be classified and qualified. But, oh, I cry out against it.”
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180. “So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.”
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181. “Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.”
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182. “The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.”
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183. “Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness.”
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184. “How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?”
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185. “You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one ready-made for you.”
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186. “I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.”
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187. “Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.”
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188. “A man’s world is different from a woman’s world and a man’s emotions are different from a woman’s emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.”
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189. “Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.”
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190. “I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can’t be attacked.”
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191. “I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?”
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192. “The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.”
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193. “It is best to meet in a cul-de-sac, A palace of velvet With windows of mirrors. There one is safe, There are no family photographs, No rings through the nose, no cries.”
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194. “It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.”
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195. “So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.”
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196. “No, I won’t try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter ‘Did you have a nice vacation?’ ‘Oh, yes, and you?’ I’ll stay here and try to pin that loneliness down.”
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197. “Worse even than your maddening song, your silence.”
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198. “Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.”
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199. “I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.”
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200. “Can a selfish egocentric jealous and unimaginative female write a damn thing worthwhile?”
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